Disclaimer: I own nothing of either franchise. This is just a fun idea that popped into my head.

Summary:

Percia had moved away from camp Half blood and all she had known, driven away by those that had once been friends. Her life was simple now, and she rarely dealt with anything to do with The Family. But new dreams have brought her information she had never expected. Triton is dying, and she's the only one able and willing to save him. Even if she has to go to a whole new world to do it.

But what are heroes for?

XOXOXO

Images flashed before her so fast she almost couldn't catch them.

A city she recognized, deep under the ocean. A familiar figure in the embrace of a female she did not know. Both looked so happy.

A battle raged bloody and violent. Soldiers dying left and right. The familiar form came forward again, face set in a scowl as he crossed swords with the leader of the other forces. The hatred etched on each face clear for all to see.

Again the palace under the ocean, the pair meeting though sadness hung over them thickly. Still even she could tell the love between the two overshadowed all else.

Another battle, this time within the city. Buildings crashed around them. No fires burned though because the element could never harm this city. Screams echoed as people ran or stayed to fight.

She flashed forward to the palace. The familiar figure fought to free himself from under a pillar, his body littered with wounds. Across the room his enemy stood holding the female tightly, a twisted glee on his face.

It changed to surprise when the woman stabbed him with a hidden dagger, then shifted to pure rage. He threw the female against the wall, the force of the blow sending her to the floor in a crumpled heap.

The other man screamed in anger. The threats he threw at his enemy would frighten even the most hardened of soldiers.

The other figure just sneered before sending a wave of magic at the prone female, turning her into a large stone. Picking it up casually he taunted her brother as a swirling vortex formed behind him.

The man pinned to the floor begged the other not to do what he feared he would. Only to receive snide laughter in reply before the beast tossed the stone into the vortex just as it closed.

The anguished scream torn from the prone man left her heart weeping for him. The other moved to finish the downed soldier but a loud sound from outside stopped him. Reinforcements were coming. He fled like the coward he was.

The devastated face of the man staring listlessly at the spot the vortex had vanished shifted slightly indicating time had passed. Though little had changed she could see the age and pain in his eyes. His face no longer held the easy smile it once did. But she knew him. Triton, her mind supplied.

The scene shifted again, only now the young immortal ruler of Atlantis looked sick and haggard, his body weak. It felt wrong to her to see him like this.

His body was laid out on a pedestal prepared for burial. Yet the room around him looked damaged. From a window she looked out onto Atlantis to see it in ruins, lifeless. The water around her felt wrong, polluted and heavy. Her gut told her the sea was dying, following the young ruler.

Turning back to the body she came face to face with Triton's enemy, a cruel grin twisting his features.

"I win."